Sunday, 19 July 2015

How I felt into the trap of the motivational books


I did everything they say helps.

I left my good job.

I moved to a different city in a different country.

I gave the chance to new life experiences.

I even became a vegetarian

Impossible.

This is exactly what comes to my mind when I think about my mission to succeed.

The more I try, the more I fail.

My conclusion?

This kind of books will tell you what you secretly want to hear.

You can do it.”

That's one of the reasons why the eastern philosophies are now so popular bestsellers in the western world.

There is only one condition, one little pressure included in that price; you can do it but only “today

I might not agree and let me explain you why.

You can buy a loaf of bread today yet you cannot climb Himalayas mountains today, who can?

Bigger goals require more time.

You will need yesterday when everything had started, then you will continue hiking through today and tomorrow or the day after tomorrow you will finally get to one inhabited village of Himalayas. Obviously, your climbing hasn't finished here ...



Reading deeper, I found many contrasting things like these, so I started to doubt about the motivational books.

After this consideration, I needed to change my point of view. Again.

I left another kind of life sucking job.

I resumed my life into a backpack and travelled.

I decided to have time instead of money.

Time is good but not when you have to think about your life.

Feeling like a nomad searching for food and water, I was visiting each city with the hope to find something mystic.

I tried to observe, listen and be open.

Nothing special happened, though.

I felt quite disappointed.

I did something and expected a reward.

That was the wrong lesson from the wrong book.

I made another decision and moved.

I went back.

Yes, I gave a second chance to an ex.

And what lesson have I learnt?

You can break up with people and things yet you can never split up with yourself.

You don't need time to think, you need time to do the things.

Today is not the only day you can do something.

Give yourself more chances and opportunities.

Whether it is in the city or in the wild, the story is always about you.

You can't run away forever. 

Remember that your origins have a lot to say about you.


Get the most from the school of life:


  • Learn how to heal your wounds and move on.
  • Learn to share your life with those who are worth it.
  • Learn that home is not a fixed place, it's a constant journey.

Sometimes what is possible for others, might be impossible for you.

I realised that life challenges actually shape people into the incredible beings

Maybe you still didn't get what you wanted.

It doesn't matter, the side effect of human beings is that we always want something and never can conform with anything.

By the time, enjoy the journey in between which is what actually matters because we spend 90% of our time on the journey and 10% in the destination.

So just slow down because once you have reached your destination or goal, I am pretty sure that you will be shortly preparing a new adventure.

I think there is arising a new evolved urban generation, I dare to call it the "nomad in the city".

It's somehow becoming a new way of living in harmony with the urban background while keeping alive the free wild side of your human nature.

Possible or not, I say give yourself plenty of new chances and stay connected with your origins. This urban zen philosophy worked for me better than dozens of motivational books. Basically it's about to get the most from the school of life while doing a lot of practice.

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P.S.: If you can't change it, then nomad it.

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Saturday, 11 July 2015

180° Brand New Runaway



You run

desperate

counting miles

on the cloud factory

fifty seconds 

and you stop

180°

your new destination:

the smoothie shower.

These dangerous habits

so adorable

as much as crossing boundaries

might sacrifice you one day.

Not today.

The wandering of homeless dreams

has not finished yet.

You can still keep

the pace with dragons

but feel like a stranger

a rebel in nowhere

with an avocado faith

in the placebo effect

of your runaway.

The time has come, little Nomad

you have to run.

Again.


© 2015 jkn


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Wednesday, 8 July 2015

Between the lines


It's 8 a.m. in the morning.

The very blueberry moment when you discover the colour of the day.

You are in the middle of something very wild.

You are digging into the blueberry jam.

Searching for the hidden meaning of this jam movie.

The real fruit.

Your favourite heroes.

Only those tiny blue pearls can indulge your morning toast with the gourmet sense.

But for your surprise, the blueberries are gone.

You try to not take it personally.

Unfortunately between you and the toast, there is a long silence.

So you read the notice period they left on the jar.

The blueberries say they have been replaced with the fresh, new and more productive staff such as artificial flavours, colours, gelling agents, sugars and pectin.

The new generation of flavours.

Who can compete in the jam world with no trace?

The decision was taken; the blueberries have left the jam industry.


After reading the label and finishing with your blur-berry toast, you leave home and run to catch the train for work.

While listening to the sound of angry engines you can feel the blur-berry effect on your mind.

As a slap into your face coming from nowhere, you start to think

Who is next after blueberries? Raspberries?


Little berries you don’t need to mix with the jam!


People around you are advancing like in Walking dead all towards one direction.

Somewhere in front of you there must be a source of life, or at least the fancy food for the suited zombies.

The blur-berry job.

Questions shouting in your mind while your gaze becomes wilder and wilder.


If you were a blueberry where would you go?


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